The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.
Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep.
But put two librarians' heads together, and mountains move.
I read.. because one life is not enough
Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.
Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.